tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61373209207650130892024-03-14T03:46:47.489-04:00Caviglia's Cabinet of CuriositiesTelevision. Theatre. Art. Movies. Cephalopods.Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comBlogger402125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-24308949034647748902015-12-11T13:45:00.000-05:002015-12-11T13:45:22.497-05:00The Four Seasons: Prints by Caviglia - KICKSTARTER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello, lovelies! I know it's been a long, long while and I apologize for my long absence. I do however, have some important news. I have launched a <b><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1195410881/the-four-seasons-prints-by-caviglia" target="_blank">Kickstarter campaign</a></b> which will serve to facilitate me getting my art to you.<br />
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I am thrilled to say that the campaign was funded in the first 24 hours - BUT, do not let that dissuade you. There is still much art to be had!<br />
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I'm offering illustrated prints depicting the four seasons of the year: Robot Winter, Halloween Inheritance, Summer Drowning and Binary.<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1195410881/the-four-seasons-prints-by-caviglia" target="_blank">"Robot Winter"</a></b> is set in an imaginary snow covered 18th century garden. With a fawn, butterflies, and of course, a Robot.<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1195410881/the-four-seasons-prints-by-caviglia" target="_blank">"Halloween Inheritance"</a></b> is inspired by classic haunted house movies. I'm sure we can all hear Vincent Price's voice speaking mellifluously from beyond the frame.<br />
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I draw a lot of octopuses and other cephalopods. In <b><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1195410881/the-four-seasons-prints-by-caviglia" target="_blank">"Summer Drowning"</a></b>, I would like to make it clear that the giant tentacled monster is, in fact a part of the rescue effort, NOT a part of the drowning.<br />
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My final season is the one I like to call <b><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1195410881/the-four-seasons-prints-by-caviglia" target="_blank">"Binary"</a></b>. I've long been fascinated by Ada Lovelace, writer and mathematician, although she referred to herself as "an Analyst (and Metaphysician)", and was one of the first visionaries who saw the path to what we now refer to as a "computer".<br />
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I'm having all four designs turned into museum quality giclee prints by the fabulous Skink Ink in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. My files are proofed and in their capable hands as I type. All that needs to be done is for you to pledge, and for me to send them off to you.<br />
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So these, my friends, are my four seasons. I'm so thrilled to have had the opportunity to work on a larger, even more detailed pieces in the future! I hope you enjoy looking at them and inviting them into your homes as well. Thank you!<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1195410881/the-four-seasons-prints-by-caviglia" target="_blank">Please click through here to go to my Kickstarter page!</a></b>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-87138163225879533762014-04-06T19:34:00.002-04:002014-04-07T12:30:59.127-04:00Game of Thrones: Being A Princess Is A Rough GigAs I've said before, Game of Thrones* is pretty much the damndest show. It indulges in soft porn exploitation along side some of the most interesting and well drawn female characters on television. Its <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orientalism" target="_blank">racial politics</a> are, to say the least, <a href="http://www.history.com/topics/crusades" target="_blank">problematic</a>. The dragons are a delight. All the business up at the GoT version of Hadrian's Wall (as well as, as <a href="http://jezebel.com/wolf-heads-and-penis-leeches-a-game-of-thrones-refresh-1558345708" target="_blank">Lindy West put it</a>, the parts that are Wall adjacent), are so painfully dull, I can hardly bother to follow the plot points. It's War of the Roses fan fiction and it's one of the only modern dramatic portrayals of monarchy that actually understands how monarchy works. I might be bored senseless at The Wall, but the parts set at King's Landing is pretty much my favorite show ever.<br />
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Many years ago I wrote a play about the wives of Henry VIII, and one of the most important things I learned is that contrary to what all the fairy tales have been telling us, being a princess was a very rough gig. It's been pointed out that the heroines of most fairy tales are very much a peasant's idea of a princess, with their wish fulfillment and autonomy and princesshood as prize. I'm not saying that anyone's life was particularly easy in early modern and pre-modern times (it wasn't), but the privileges held by princesses came at an enormous price. They were used and valued as diplomatic chess pieces, often sent at a very young age to far away places, often to places where they didn't speak the language to live among people who might not care for them or may even be openly hostile. Depending on the individuals involved, they might or might not be expected to immediately have sex with a much older stranger whose language they might not speak very well. If things don't work out for whatever reason (that reason mostly being that you don't give birth to living sons), you will be completely blamed, with possible disastrous repercussions.<br />
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Game of Thrones does an extraordinary job of showing what being caught in that particular trap must have looked like and felt like. Some flail, some are lucky, some are doomed, some do their best to turn it to their advantage, some become monsters. In this post, I'm going to take a look at the various Game of Thrones princesses in the context of some possible real life counterparts. Needless to say, spoilers abound, if you care about that sort of thing.<br />
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<b>Sansa Stark.</b> Oh, poor Sansa. She obviously exists in the Game of Thrones universe to be used as a political pawn and as a receptacle of misfortune. Her situation was also a sadly common one for Medieval and Renaissance princesses - betrothed to someone important for dynastic purposes, shipped off somewhere far from home, and then (as they usually do) allegiances shift, the marriage is no longer advantageous and the princess is stuck. Catherine of Aragon faced a similar situation after the death of her husband Arthur - at sixteen she was stranded in England and mostly penniless. She had to beg for funds from the crown for food and fuel. One thing I really like about how Sansa is portrayed on the show is that she's so ordinary. She's a typical young teenager, who wants to marry someone handsome and kind and have a nice, happy life without particularly understanding what any of those things mean. She grew up observing her parents' mostly happy (arranged, dynastic) marriage and wrongly assumed that was how things inevitably work out, rather than seeing it as a happy, but hard won, accident.<br />
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The historical princess she most resembles is Elizabeth of York, I think - the Starks are the obvious Yorkish counterpart in the Game of Thrones universe and I'm assuming the resemblance is intentional. Daughter of King Edward IV and sister of the murdered princes in The Tower, Elizabeth grew up in the middle of the violent late stages of the Wars of the Roses as the Yorks and Tudors fought for the crown. After her Uncle Richard was killed in battle, she was married off to the newly crowned King Henry VII, uniting the two warring houses and launching the Tudor Dynasty. But, can you imagine it? Like Sansa, she was a great heiress (and had a far better claim to the throne than Henry) and married a man whose relatives had been murdering her relatives for years. But, here's the thing. Henry VII was a decent man, and by royal, late medieval standards it was a happy marriage. At the end of Season 3, Sansa was married off to Tyrion Lannister, a much older dwarf and son of the House that murdered most of her family. But, like Henry, Tyrion is a decent man, and for the first time in a long time, the person most responsible for her intends to protect her from harm. I have no confidence that things will stay remotely happy in the future (that would be boring, plotwise), but as they stand now, she is far better off than when she was betrothed to the odious Joffrey.<br />
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<b>Margaery Tyrell</b> is so much fun. I really hope she isn't murdered any time soon so we can see what it is exactly she's up to. She's an excellent example of a professional princess - one who grew up smart and savvy observing how government and power work, and in a society where women's only way of acquiring it is via marriage she does her best to work within the system to achieve her ends. Her family (as represented by her grandmother, delightfully played by Diana Rigg in full Maggie Smith mode) seems to be completely on board - much as the Boleyns were, embracing the fact that this clever, pretty princess is their best bet for achieving riches and glory. King Joffrey is an evil, creepy, deeply stupid little psychopath who won't listen to anybody, but Margaery just sweeps in and is pretty much calling the shots within minutes and making him like it. I have no idea if she is actually good and kind or if she just wishes to appear so in order to become both beloved and powerful, but either way, kindnesses get done.**<br />
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Both King Joffrey and King George II of the House of Bush bear resemblance to the unfortunate Henry VI. Henry was an objectively terrible King who spent his reign having nervous breakdowns and surrounding himself with greedy advisors who gutted the country while massively enriching themselves and letting the actual country they were supposed to be running fall completely apart. This lead to a long, bloody civil war with the Lancasters on one side, ostensibly lead by the young, foolish King Henry, and the Yorks on the other, the powerful northern dynasty who after years of insults and bad behavior on the Lancasterian side, were pushed to the brink. I'm sure this all sounds awfully familiar, but the point I'm getting to is this: with a weak, incompetent king on the throne, the Lancasterian side was mostly being led by Henry's extraordinary wife, Margaret of Anjou. Shortly after their marriage, Margaret proved herself one of the few people in the inner circle around the king who was capable, or willing to actually run the country. Her family was broke, but royal, saw an opening and took it. Within months of their marriage an 18 year old girl was more or less running the English government. I'm assuming this is what Margery is angling towards. A weak king could be a useful road to power for a smart, ambitious woman who wasn't able to achieve her goals in other ways in a repressive society that barely considered her human.<br />
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<b>Cersei Lannister</b> is my favorite. Her story is the story of centuries of unhappy princesses and queens. She is Gwenevere, Agrippina and Catherine de Medici rolled into one monstrous figure. In the book, she's pure evil, which is boring. In the show, she's gloriously complicated. Teenage Cersei was the most beautiful, the richest, the cleverest princess and she got to marry the new handsome King. Who was in love with a dead girl and didn't like or want her, so her power evaporated and she had to submit to a life of cold dislike and drunken marital rape. Her children (products of an incestuous relationship with her twin brother, something that was rumored - slanderously - about Anne Boleyn, too) became her life, and she continued to be the pawn of her powerful, difficult father. Poor Cersei, she just can't win. Unlike Catherine the Great of Russia whose family was either dead or hundreds of miles away, Cersei's is constantly looming over her shoulder, snatching whatever bits of autonomy or power she can manage to claim for herself. No one likes or trusts her much.<br />
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Cersei is so much like Catherine de Medici which is something I wouldn't wish on anyone, fictional or otherwise. Catherine was one of the richest heiresses in Europe and was married to the handsome, kind and popular King Henri II of France. Who spent their entire marriage essentially married to his mistress, constantly humiliating her. She plotted and schemed (and possibly poisoned) on her husband's behalf and then, after his death, on her childrens'. Much like Cersei, power eluded her because she lacked the talent for inspiring loyalty and trust in others and making political errors due to short sightedness or anger. The most fascinating part of Cersei's character is that she isn't really monstrous enough. I love the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDRxitf9n54" target="_blank">"you're a woman now"</a> speech she gives to Sansa when she gets her period (and is therefore available to marry awful Joffrey), and Cersei basically admits that her son is a monster and the best Sansa can hope for is children to love. One of the most heartbreaking scenes in the entire series is when Cersei's father informs her she's to marry a boy half her age for dynastic purposes. She's an accomplished, middle aged women whose son sits on the throne and she still can't escape the trap into which she was born, and seeing her fight uselessly against the bars of her cage is almost unbearable.<br />
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Of course, there are other princesses in the show, more than are contained by a decade or two of Disney movies. Daenerys with her dragons, wandering round the desert on her crusade to free brown people and reconquer a nation of strangers, Arya, who is pure fantasy wish fulfillment (but a really interesting one), poor Catelyn Stark who did what many real life nobles and royals did - settled down more or less happily and created a decent life for their children, and on and on. Unlike in Disney movies or in the dreams of peasants, princesshood was a cage with very narrow parameters that needed to be carefully negotiated. Women have always found ways to transcend them, even if that transcendence was limited, often through the church, or through finally claiming power in their own right as Elizabeth Tudor did. In both of those examples, marriage was the enemy. The trick was being both lucky and savvy enough to sidestep the boundaries, most accurately represented by the bonds of matrimony, but there was still no breaking them. Though, as demonstrated above, some women did live their lives happily and well, working within the parameters set for them, primarily by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeanne_d%27Albret" target="_blank">negotiating marriages</a> of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Tudor,_Queen_of_France" target="_blank">their choosing</a>. Game of Thrones is a product of our world, not theirs, so it shows women like Arya possibly breaking free, something that was impossible in early modern Europe<br />
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*Please note: I read the first book and part of the second. I stopped because I was bored. I have found the show to be much more interesting than the books. If you want to argue or talk about the books this really isn't the place.<br />
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**Though, am I the only one who wonders if it was Margaery who actually shot Ros with the crossbow at Joffrey's bidding?Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-12543136469660562392012-09-27T10:21:00.000-04:002012-09-27T10:52:26.327-04:00Everyone Should Have a Zombie Mermaid In Their Drawing Arsenal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I plan on submitting a couple a month going forward, so please (if you wish) bookmark my <a href="http://www.threadless.com/profile/2029641/cavigliascabinet" target="_blank">Threadless profile </a>to keep apprised of what I have posted.<br />
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Thanks everyone!</div>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-8394419933756476082012-09-10T09:00:00.000-04:002012-09-10T09:00:06.284-04:00The Secret Adversary: A Web Series<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSIBS3EBm6j-5SygIRPVBvc0l0y_yhtd4RtjUQRW5Txd9ajN5BZfOWw0r6qxgz5abT99P07cJJA1v6tGLhZc42bBPiiutkfqDfMnhAbfMPd-3mY2vxBw4dtyENboH33_Az5j7raufhqLM/s1600/TheSecretAdversary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSIBS3EBm6j-5SygIRPVBvc0l0y_yhtd4RtjUQRW5Txd9ajN5BZfOWw0r6qxgz5abT99P07cJJA1v6tGLhZc42bBPiiutkfqDfMnhAbfMPd-3mY2vxBw4dtyENboH33_Az5j7raufhqLM/s320/TheSecretAdversary.jpg" width="320" /></a>Recently on facebook, I was alerted to the existence of a new web series when a friend commented on a post. (Really, isn't social media the best?) By and large, the web series I've seen haven't been super interesting to me. I love the idea of the form, but most of what I've seen hasn't excited me much content-wise. This all changes with Kevin Townley and Hanna Cheek's new series "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheSecretAdversary" target="_blank">Agatha Christie's The Secret Adversary</a>".<br />
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Anyone who knows anything about me or my blog knows that I am pretty obsessed with classic <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/search/label/mysteries" target="_blank">mystery</a> fiction in general, and <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/search/label/Agatha%20Christie" target="_blank">Agatha Christie</a> in particular. A while ago, I wrote a <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/2010/06/dame-agatha-my-cup-runneth-over.html" target="_blank">blog post</a> in which I sung the praises of what I termed Christie's "Adventurous Flapper" books. Of which, The Secret Adversary is the first. Published initially in 1922, set in 1919 right at the end of the war, it's a completely preposterous adventure starring Tommy Beresford and Prudence "Tuppence" Cowley. Christie went on to write a number of books starring Tommy and Tuppence, taking them into old age in the later entries in the series.<br />
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Lots of people consider them among her weaker books, but I've always enjoyed them. One of the main criticisms is that many, many (MANY) people find Tuppence to be a bit insufferable. I watched the BBC versions and thought they were dreadful, they went with the notion that the audience would find Tuppence as entertaining as she finds herself, which is pretty much a recipe for annoyance. One of the wonderful things the current webseries does is embrace Tuppence's self-aggrandizing self enchantment and use it for comedy, and Hanna Cheek is completely hilarious.<br />
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The thing that really makes the series is one simple stroke of genius: the actors all dress in 1920s costumes, but it is filmed in and around modern day New York City. It's brilliant. At first it seems like a stunt, but as I've watched further (I've seen the first four episodes), I realize this has freed them utterly from the strictures of doing a period piece without essentially betraying the material. The dialogue is straight out of Christie, and they intend to film the whole, entire thing. I for one, am thrilled. Co-creator Townley has this to say about the production process:<br />
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One of the things I love about the early Christie mysteries are their breathless energy and their artless good humor, qualities this series embraces whole heartedly. Watch the first episode <a href="http://www.filmarmada.com/film/682418/secret-adversary-chapter-1-young-adventurers-ltd" target="_blank">here</a>, and if you can spare it, give them money! And (ahem), Townley is not the only one who has harbored dreams of being in a mystery story.<br />
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I draw on the subway pretty much every day. Fairly often people ask me about it, mostly how I keep my hand steady and my usual answer is “It’s no big deal. If you have control off the train, there’s really no difference.” I still mostly think that, but one thing that (I think) might make it a little bit easier for me is that I have always had a very, very light touch, i.e. I don’t use the pressure of the pencil on the paper to keep me steady, essentially I’m drawing in air. So, I guess it’s all my hand. The subway is such a great place to work or read, I find it really depressing to see people playing solitaire or something on their phones.<br />
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There is absolutely no question in my mind that the subway is one of the things that makes New York City great. Everyone rides the subway, we live our private lives in public and we learn tolerance. We have to. On my list of possible income generating schemes is a fun class for tourists and people who are new to the city. Lessons will include things like "How To Walk Down The Sidewalk Without Making Everyone Hate You" and "There Are No Such Thing As Dress Shorts, We Are Not At the Club", and of course, "How To Ride The Subway".<br />
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And then I realize it will never, ever work. Because people who spend their lives in their large homes, in their cars, in their offices, nearly always eating at home, nearly always in private spaces just don't understand. They don't know how to be private in public, and they don't understand when people aren't "friendly", it's not rudeness, it's because they are being private. Lots of tourists simply don't know the rules, and they're difficult to learn, as they ones of affect and nuance. The main problem is they have little awareness of the space around them, and that's the toughest thing to teach. Some lady hit me in the face with her New York Times while turning the page the other day, and to be honest, this is why tabloids were invented. Sidenote: They taught us how to properly fold the NY Times so we could read it on the train without bugging people in elementary school. It's one of the two or three most useful things I learned in school<br />
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Helen Gurley Brown was not boring. She was a self created wonder who had as much a hand in creating the second wave of feminism as anybody, though nearly all the second wave feminists would be appalled to think so (as, likely would be Brown herself). In some ways, I think Brown is responsible for both the best and the worst about being a woman in these United States at the dawn of the 21st century. She is, in other words, a titan.<br />
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The best is what she accomplished for herself and her part in sexually liberating ordinary women in the United States. She grew up poor in Arkansas, moved with her family to Los Angeles as a teenager, worked in factories, and then held many secretarial jobs. Her big break came, much like Peggy Olsen's did, when she was promoted to copywriter at an ad agency. In some ways, I find it sort of risible, that in five seasons of Mad Men, Brown has never been mentioned. Her book "Sex and the Single Girl" was unleashed upon the world in 1962 and sold millions and millions of copies. I own a 1963 edition (see above) and it's a pretty remarkable piece of work. Remember, in 1962 married men and women weren't permitted to be shown sleeping in the same bed in movies or television (the first television couple shown doing so were Herman and Lily Munster!). <br />
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I think perhaps Brown is never mentioned in the Mad Men universe because the Joan Holloway of the early seasons is, in many ways, Brown's book made flesh, though Joan, unlike Brown, is both beautiful and college educated. Brown wrote that her readers should have jobs and careers, because money equals freedom, and having a career gives one something to be. Removed from its pink, exclamation point strewn trappings, these are radical and essential statements of self actualization. Brown made these ideas palatable to women who couldn't afford to take time off to find themselves, who had roommates and no college education and had never read Virginia Woolf. Brown told these women, in no uncertain terms, that wanting things is okay, that being single is probably a better time for most women than being married, and you can have sex (with multiple partners if you want!) and still be a lady. The Cosmo Girl was born. Bless her heart.<br />
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That said, Brown isn't perfect and is not only a product of her time but probably a great influence on some of the more unfortunate trends in ours. Brown was all about upward mobility, which is fabulous, but she was also all about avariciousness. In true Ad Man fashion, she was focused on surfaces and she liked those surfaces shiny. She scrimped to dress well on the way up, and advocated dressing for the job you want, something I've certainly advised, as well. But she focused on these surfaces, placing their importance above whatever was going on inside of one's head. Brown was also a dinosaur in terms of her views of the workplace. She didn't see any problem with sexual harassment, and thought women's problems with it ridiculous. In her view, any girl worth her mettle should be able to stave off unwelcome advances with aplomb and wit, much like a character Katherine Hepburn would play in the movies. Sadly, this doesn't always help. Also demonstrated by Joan as she is quietly raped on the floor of Don Draper's office by her fiance. Not everything can be solved by a saucy remark and a disdainful flip of the hair.<br />
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Brown was profoundly apolitical. She wrote of a world of her own creation and it's a remarkable place. She said you don't need to be pretty (and used herself as an example) to get men or jobs or have a great life - But you should help nature along, by surgical means if necessary. Just, no, Helen. I saw her in person in the ladies' room at the New York Film Festival at Lincoln Center about 20 years ago, and she looked both terrifying and twice her age because of the amount of work done. At least a small part of the blame of this society we now have, in which perfectly ordinary women are shamed into thinking they have to look like supermodels belongs to her.<br />
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Helen Gurley Brown's legacy is complicated, indeed. The most lasting part of it, I hope, is her joyful insistence that women are sexual beings, and that the best way to please a man is to enjoy oneself. That single women aren't simply women who haven't gotten married yet, or have been left behind. That their lives should be fun and exciting and, most importantly, their own.<br />
<br />Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-12026517416489150822012-08-13T09:00:00.000-04:002012-08-13T09:00:13.597-04:00My Etsy Store is Officially Open For Business<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just a quick note to let all of you delightful people that my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/cavigliascabinet?ref=si_shop" target="_blank">Etsy store</a> is open for business. Right now, I have two prints available and more items will be added soon. If there's anything in particular you would like to see, please let me know.Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-8321115082976792902012-08-12T16:44:00.001-04:002012-08-12T16:44:35.552-04:00FringeNYC 16: Immaculate Degeneration<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsAbgBptKN4S72rzAkMo54GgA383U0IVORmtEFCLCDFCXDVyanvnhmzGi7bkEkZweFyce3SqhqohzdYFv3l-sGT_tehc007ZVAfJIa57KFOO8qPZkRj6M0nbpIR9226B0rakH1KZVzlQ/s1600/immaculate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsAbgBptKN4S72rzAkMo54GgA383U0IVORmtEFCLCDFCXDVyanvnhmzGi7bkEkZweFyce3SqhqohzdYFv3l-sGT_tehc007ZVAfJIa57KFOO8qPZkRj6M0nbpIR9226B0rakH1KZVzlQ/s1600/immaculate.jpg" /></a><br />
I hate the idea that one person shows, or one woman shows in particular, are in need of any sort of special pleading, but I find that is so often the case. I like seeing people tell their stories and the stories of <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/2010/08/fringenyc-14-great-galvani.html" target="_blank">others</a>, lives as led and <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/2009/08/fringenyc-13-antarctic-chronicles.html" target="_blank">adventures taken</a> and embarked upon, both fictional and true, <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/2010/08/fringenyc-14-headscarf-and-angry-bitch.html" target="_blank">hilarious</a> and heart-rending and all stops in between. And it will come as no surprise to regular readers of this blog, that the lives of American teenage girls are of endless interest to this particular critic.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Pamela Sabaugh's </span><b style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.immaculatedegeneration.com/" target="_blank">Immaculate Degeneration</a></b><span style="text-align: center;"> hit me on a lot of those levels. I share with her a suburban/urban punk rock girlhood (mine in NYC, hers in Detroit), the need for escape and the wanting of better things common to most artists of all stripes. The great thing that distinguishes Sabaugh's journey to independence in these United States as an artist, is her partial blindness, caused by a congenital disorder (<a href="http://www.webmd.com/eye-health/juvenile-macular-degeneration-stargardts" target="_blank">juvenile macular degeneration</a>) which presented itself in Junior High. She talks about how the onset of blindness interfered with her social life, her schoolwork, and her badass-ery. And most movingly, about how it limited her freedom, about growing up in the motor city unable to drive. </span><br />
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Sabaugh's story, like all deeply personal stories worth telling, is bigger than herself. She tells about growing up in a subdivision in which pedestrians are viewed with suspicion. About a decaying city in thrall to the almighty automobile, in the epicenter of the public transportation-free rust belt. Her visual impairment made her dependent on others in a way that was both humiliating and sometimes dangerous (having a friend wander off with a guitarist at a local rock fest when the bus never shows). For her, moving to NYC meant not only artistic freedom, but having a true personal autonomy. She has a song about the MTA that actually made me cry. Her songs and voice are are lovely. I was really hoping there would be a CD in the press kit as I would have immediately loaded them onto my ipod.<br />
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Mostly, this is a joyful piece of work. Sabaugh is a delightful person to spend 90 minutes with, and in the spirit of full journalistic disclosure, I have to say that I do know Pamela, and her director/husband Fred Backus has long been a friend and a collaborator on various projects throughout the years. I'm not certain if Fred has directed before, but Immaculate Degeneration hits that really difficult balance of being both really tight (there's nothing I would cut, and I almost <i>never </i>say that, friends or not), yet being loose and casual enough that you feel a part of the event in a really nice way.</div>
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Pamela has had a lot of challenges, but for my money, her considerable gifts, both personal and artistic have enabled her to embrace them and allow them to inform but not define who she as as both a person and an artist. A very difficult balancing act, which it was my pleasure to watch her not only achieve, but transcend, with grace.</div>
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Remaining Performances: Tue 14 @ 4pm, Sat 18 @ 1:45, Sun 19 @ 7pm, Wed 22 @ 4:30Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-61066017275657445052012-08-10T13:14:00.000-04:002012-08-10T13:14:32.881-04:00Happy birthday, Ronnie Spector!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love the girl groups of the early to mid 1960s and Ronnie Spector was (and in some ways, is) the best. La Diva Ross was the most elegant, the most polished, but Ronnie Spector's tough New York City girl voice always got me. Happy birthday!
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You know how when you get together with your siblings or cousins you can say super disparaging things about your grandpa or aunt or mom? But how if some person not in your family said awful things about your grandpa or aunt or mom you'd be really, really mad? Yeah. That basically sums up my feelings about criticism of FringeNYC in a nutshell. Unless you were in <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/2008/07/theatorium-in-memorium.html" target="_blank">certain rooms</a> round about 1998 or 1999, I don't want to hear about it. However, if you were, let it fly!<br />
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The 16th edition of the <a href="http://fringenyc.org/" target="_blank">New York International Fringe Festival</a> begins tonight, something that makes me feel shockingly old. This also marks the first festival since the very first in which I am a complete civilian. I haven't been on the festival staff since 2003 (nine years!). For better or worse, I did all my mourning for the early years of the festival in slow motion while I was still involved with it so, honestly, what I mostly feel is relief.<br />
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A number of years ago I attended a book event at which art and performance luminaries of the 70s and 80s spoke about the downtown art scene back then, and about the state of the current art and performance scene. I remember Bogosian speaking and a few others, and person after person went on and on about how much more creative, what a better sense of community, how exciting it all was compared the scene now. Needless to say, I was furious.<br />
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Then the sainted Michael Musto got to the podium. The very first thing he did was blast (nicely) all the previous speakers for their criticism of the current young artists. He said (and I'm paraphrasing wildly - this is from my memory of an event like seven years ago), "It seemed so great back then because we were <i>so young</i>! Of course everything seemed so much better, we're all old and cynical now." Bless him!<br />
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I'm old enough that those (now curmudgeonly) 70s and 80s artists were a part of what my idea of the world of art was like. Downtown lofts and punk rock and nightclubs (the kind without all that table service nonsense) and galleries in Soho. I read the Voice (back when you had to pay for the privilege) and Interview (when Andy was still alive). I smoked cigarettes in the East Village, I saw bands play at CBGB and The Ritz. I wrote short stories about paranoid, displaced Lizard People living in New York. I became an actor. I drew pictures. I dreamed of Cafe Cino. In the 90s I interned at Circle Rep, Lanford Wilson's company and I became a playwright. That led me to the Present Company and FringeNYC.<br />
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You'll likely be reading lots about the early days of FringeNYC in my memoirs one day so I'll keep it short. We were so young. We worked so hard. It was messy and dirty and punk rock. We had the best time and it was hell. It was equal parts magic and exhaustion. We were very, very young. And I want to be very clear about one thing: FringeNYC gave me my life. I can't even imagine what my life would look like now without it and the downtown theater scene of the late 90s, because my life would look 100% different.<br />
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So, I look at Fringe NYC now and it looks like an institution. I was a participant last year and there are a lot of rules. I look at the kids working there and all I can think is, "my god it looks dull" and "poor things, they'll never know the fun and horror of what we had". And then I realize that I'm just old. Nothing is new to me and these young people need to find their own way as I did. And their community seems a little invisible to me because I'm not a part of it, and I'm not welcome because I'm not in the trenches. I can keep my memories of the festival's gritty, punk rock past intact. The festival as it now stands may not be my festival, but that's okay. It's theirs. I'm sure I'll be reading some of their blog posts 20 years down the road, writing about how very young they were in 2012.<br />
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<a href="http://fringenyc.org/" target="_blank">The New York International Fringe Festival </a>begins today. I will be covering it from the depths of my cold, black heart. Check back frequently.Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-90808351246985819532012-07-25T10:24:00.001-04:002012-07-25T10:27:32.768-04:00In Which An Old Literary Form Makes An Appearance, And Our Author Expresses Her Approval<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is a brief mention at the end of <a href="http://mhpbooks.com/the-state-of-the-million-dollar-book-deal/" target="_blank">this article</a> about million dollar book advances that I find so thrilling, so game changing, I can't believe it's the first I've heard of it. A facebook friend posted this morning and most of the commenting (mostly by a bunch of white dude writers in their 30s and 40s*) was the expected (and understandable) sour grapes, and how nearly all the books mentioned by first time authors were about or geared to teen girls.<br />
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I've discussed this at length elsewhere on this blog, about how women read novels, women write novels, teen girls consume novels at a rate that <i>cannot</i> be over emphasized. Novel reading was called by the early Victorians a "feminine vice" and in many ways that still stands. The boys will just have to make do with their glowing reviews in the NY Times and their low book sales. The world is deeply unfair, I know.<br />
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Right near the bottom we read that Mark Z. Danielewski (best known for writing <b>House of Leaves</b>), has received a million dollar advance for an upcoming serialized novel. Am I the only person who finds this earth shattering? I've been waiting to see what changes the widespread use of handheld devices would have on books, and I think this is one harbinger of things to come.<br />
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As I'm sure most of you know, many of the long novels of the 19th century by writers like Dickens, Collins, Trollope, Melville, and Tolstoy were serialized. The adventures of Sherlock Holmes were famously serialized in The Strand, as was the most significant American novel of the 19th century, <b>Uncle Tom's Cabin</b>. Then, with the decline of the periodical and the rise of the modern novel, with authors such as Hemingway, Woolf, Fitzgerald ascendant, the serialized novel was completely out of fashion. There were a few reemergences in the pre-internet era, most notably Tom Wolfe's <b>Bonfire of the Vanities</b>, serialized in Rolling Stone.<br />
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Now, we are once again in a world where serial is king. American movies are in deep decline, but our television, our serials, are in the midst of a new golden age. The conciseness of Modernism is no longer valued above all. And with the vast popularity of the Kindle and Nook and ipad, serialized novels are once again a completely feasible option. <br />
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I wonder if one day we'll look at the first years of the Kindle as we do the first years of cinema? Looking at filmed stage plays shot dead on with no editing or close ups seems a waste of this remarkable new technology. Will we view directly transposing existing novels in the same way? What narrative innovations will result? How will form dictate content?<br />
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Serialization seems an obvious first step. The medium lends itself to it, all they need is a hit. <br />
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Thrilling times are ahead. <br />
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*Delightful, all, don't get me wrong, but their perspective is, I think, a little narrow, bless them.
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<i>All illustrations © this blog.</i>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-2004245836428967002012-06-18T09:00:00.000-04:002012-06-18T09:46:50.587-04:00Speakeasy Dollhouse: Murder, Dolls and Cocktails in Coffee Cups.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Back in 1935, <a "="" href="http://www.cynthiavonbuhler.com/" target="_blank">Cynthia von Buhler</a>'s grandfather, Frank Spano, was murdered. Possibly a gangland hit. Possibly tied to Dutch Schultz. This is the kind of bloody family past that is so potent, so laden with untold secrets, it's kind of inevitable that the bodies cannot, will not remain buried. Miss von Buhler wants to figure out what happened. This true life jazz age murder in her family has inspired her to create a multi-platform exploration of the crime, performed by dolls, actors (including the completely ubiquitous friend of The Cabinet <a "="" href="http://www.jenniferharder.com/" target="_blank">Jennifer Harder</a>), chorus girls and the audience.<br />
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I haven't seen the book version, save for the photos posted online, but from what I've seen, they are elaborately designed little worlds, and I hope they are exhibited at some point. Inspired in part by <a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/visibleproofs/galleries/biographies/lee.html" target="_blank">Frances Glessner Lee</a>'s <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Nutshell-Studies-Unexplained-Death/dp/1580931456" target="_blank">Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death</a>, she has meticulously designed and created tiny little sets inhabited by dolls which enact her grandfather's death, the events surrounding the murder and scenes from her own life.<br />
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A couple of Mondays ago, me and a select group of my lady actor/artist friends attended the human size portion of Miss von Buhler's project which crops up every few months in The Back Room - what used to be Lansky's Lounge, and way before that, an actual speakeasy in back of Ratner's. It's best described as a combination of interactive theater, art installation, cabaret and fancy dress party. Guided by cops (dirty, of course) into a bakery area in which cannolis are proffered, one is then led one party at a time into the speakeasy proper. Heavy on atmosphere and fun, and light on narrative, the attention to detail impresses. Howard Fishman's combo perform period perfect jazz, cocktails are served in coffee cups, everyone looks fabulous. The one criticism I had would be that I would have liked a bit more direction in terms of where one should be looking. But, that's just a quibble, it hardly matters.<br />
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We drank many cognac based cocktails out of our coffee cups, saw the lovely <a href="http://dangerdame.com/" target="_blank">Veronica Varlow </a>perform, at one point, I heard someone playing a ukulele, turned around and Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer were right above me, singing Makin' Whoopie.<br />
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It's a beautiful space and we had a lovely time. No murders were solved when I was there. It's not some cheesy, interactive whodunnit murder game. It's an excavation of the past, an attempt to find at least the feeling of the truth by recreating it whole, and to simultaneously host a lovely party.<br />
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The past is a mysterious country, and as I've said so many times here before, all of my past is tied to this glorious city. Most of my New York Irish ancestors were lawyers and judges and newspaper men and real estate developers. Most of my family's contributions to this city have been definitively erased by time and rebuilding and short memories. At the time Miss von Buhler's grandfather was shot down, one of my illustrious great uncles was working at the Manhattan District Attorney's office, prosecuting high profile jazz age murders. I have to wonder if any part of this story made its way across his desk. This city is sometimes a surprisingly small place, so it's possible. The ghosts of the past never stop walking.<br />
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<i>The next performances of Speakeasy Dollhouse are August 4th and 6th. Tickets are available <a href="http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/214593" target="_blank">here</a>.
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<i>Photo credit: © Cynthia von Buhler, 2012</i><br />
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<i>All illustrations </i><i>© this blog.</i></i>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-57316945703869066592012-04-16T16:44:00.000-04:002012-04-16T16:52:41.696-04:00I Have Mermaids Swimming Around On ThreadlessI have a design up on <a href="http://www.threadless.com/">Threadless</a>, available to be scored. As my ability to draw and paint surpasses my graphic design abilities by about a million, I'm a little worried it won't fare very well. It looks like this (but without the background and, like, on a T shirt):<br />
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So, kind people. Please vote, and vote high.
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I'm beginning to feel that I just don't get Steven Soderbergh unless he's in Hollywood mode. I watched his 2009 film, <b><a href="http://www.girlfriendexperiencefilm.com/" target="_blank">The Girlfriend Experience</a></b> staring porn star Sasha Grey last night and thought it was dreadful. I was going to couch my feelings in less blunt terms, but I think I'm running a fever, so screw it.<br />
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I'm really not sure what Soderbergh is trying to say with this film. It is set (and was likely filmed) during the economic collapse in 2008 during the lead up the the Presidential election. There's a lot of anxiousness exhibited by boring finance guys. Sasha meets with web designers and whatnot to advance her business. She meets with a sleazy wannabe pimp who runs a review site for hookers and wants her to exchange her services for a positive review and for the chance to participate in a potentially lucrative trip to Dubai.<br />
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I'm very unclear about what the point is. The Dubai/website guy later publishes a scathing review of her services and she cries. The thing is, everything he says seems to be completely accurate. He paints her as being boring, affectless, uncultured and unsexy, which from everything we've seen, she is. I've never seen any of Sasha Grey's pornos, so I can't comment on what she's like to watch when she's actually having sex. Mostly because I'm essentially a colossal prude (as is, I think, Soderbergh - more on that in a bit). Maybe the movie has more meaning if one <i>has</i> seen her porn films, maybe there's some frisson I'm missing. Maybe I'm supposed to be comparing the awesomeness of Grey in the sack to the listlessness of everything we're seeing in this film. I don't know anything about Grey, and all I know about how I'm supposed to feel about her is from this movie and there's not anything there.<br />
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The older I get, the less enchanted I become with sweeping analogies. The interest for me in this young prostitute's business isn't so much in how it's just like the larger economy, but how it isn't. There's so much in this film about how the service Grey's character provides is more than, or other than sex. This is where it all falls apart for me. In order to demonstrate the essential emptiness of this world, Soderbergh shows Grey sitting and have boring, listless conversations with her clients. Yes, Grey is very pretty. But the world is full of pretty girls available to really rich guys at the amateur, semi-pro and professional levels. Back when I was a very young girl in NYC, I knew a few young women, who used to essentially live off of dating very rich men, semi-pro, Holly Golightly-style (let me be clear: not me. See above re: me being a colossal prude). They tended to be vivacious and fun to be around in addition to being really pretty. The pretty young girl market is super competitive in NYC, and Grey's character, not being a famous porn star, doesn't seem to be bringing that much to the table. Which brings me to the prudery problem.<br />
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Grey's character's business is sex. There's no sex in the movie. There could be an argument that the movie isn't about sex, it's about commerce. To which I cry bullshit. I think Soderbergh is trying to have it both ways. The titillation of stunt casting a porn star in his movie which elides the subject of sex entirely, while sort of dancing around it and pretending it's not the point. If it wasn't for the sex, none of these rich guys would be paying Miss Grey a dime. Period. There's a confusing sequence in the film in which Grey half falls in love with one of her clients. I say confusing because we never really see any interaction between them. Everyone in this film is an idea for a character standing in for an actual human being.<br />
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I kept thinking of Godard's film <b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0056663/">Vivre Sa Vie</a></b>, which I rewatched recently. It's a spectacular film in which Anna Karina plays a young prostitute. It's one of my favorites, and is everything The Girlfriend Experience is not. It inhabits a world of people who actually exist, it contains events and surprise and spontaneity. In contrast, the control exhibited by Soderbergh in his verité-manqué strangles any possible life out of it.<br />
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It looks lovely. Sasha Gray is lovely. Her clothes are lovely. It's shot in a faux-verité style in a Manhattan that actually looks like street level Manhattan. I'm glad I watched it on our shiny new TV, because it's so pretty. It looks precisely like a fashion spread for Muse or Vogue Italia. High class call girl wears nice clothes and is beautifully photographed in a spurious documentary style and looks blank and/or sad. I've seen this before, after all, it's a huge cliché. I've never seen a movie before that reminded me of a mostly forgotten magazine spread.<br />
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Many, many years ago (before some of you were born, no doubt), I picked up a paperback copy of James Ellroy's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/L-A-Confidential-James-Ellroy/dp/0446674249" target="_blank">L.A. Confidential </a>without knowing anything about it. I liked the cover. I liked hard boiled detective fiction and I liked St. Marks Bookshop - which was still actually <i>on</i> St. Marks Place back at the dawn of the 90s.<br />
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Ellroy's L.A. Quartet are the blackest of noir. He uses a gigantic canvas to tell his long, violent story of corruption, crime and the emptiness at the heart of the dreams of post-war Southern California. His style is baroque and deeply profane, troubling to its core.<br />
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A few weeks ago the Curtis Hanson directed film of L.A. Confidential aired. <a href="http://travsd.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Trav</a> and I hadn't seen it in a good long while, so we watched it and it's... fine. But it's awfully clean for a film about the ugliest perversions and the deepest corruption. The movie is a well made, intelligently plotted period piece with some nice performances. It doesn't wear its period particularly comfortably and those suits worn by all those cops look awfully new. It seems a little small compared to the book, which is a different sort of animal entirely. There are two (!) serial killer subplots (both excised in the screenplay), dozens of characters - including many clearly based on real people including Walt Disney (who commits suicide), spanning nearly eight years. When I first read it I was dying to see it as a movie, but thought it was unfilmable. I was right, in order to film it, it had to be cut so far to the bone it had to become a different species entirely.<br />
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Most telling, the movie's villain, corrupt police Captain Dudley Smith, is killed at the end. James Cromwell is perfectly cast, but in the movie he is just a villain, a bad man doing bad things. In Ellroy's books he's the devil himself. All human greed and corruption made flesh. And like evil itself, he's unkillable. He can be momentarily neutralized, but never destroyed. In the books, taking down Smith destroys Ed Exely utterly, and Smith <i>still</i> isn't dead.<br />
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L.A. Confidential is a perfectly respectable movie, but what it needed was HBO and the fulfilled promise of novelistic storytelling television has given us in the last decade or so.<br />
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All this brings me to last night when I watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1259574/" target="_blank">Red Riding: The Year of Our Lord 1974</a>. I haven't read David Peace's quartet of books of crime, corruption and perversion in Yorkshire in the 1970s and early 80s, but I have a feeling they were given the sort of treatment that would have served Ellroy's books well. Set in Yorkshire (the West Riding, I believe, Brontë country) the landscape is bleak indeed. I don't know it for a certainty, but I wouldn't die of shock if Peace was influenced by Ellroy. Both have police so corrupt, they murder and torture, both contain serial killers who attach the wings of birds to the back of dead children. The film is violent and sometimes hard to watch, but it's awfully beautiful. Filmed in gorgeous 16mm, its period setting is perfect.<br />
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Yorkshire is thousands of actual and conceptual miles from sunny L.A., but they share the same corrosive misery, a baroque inescapable violence and doom. The young reporter who ineptly tries to sort out the killings and the corruption and lies that surround him is destroyed utterly. Bam. The end.<br />
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<br />Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-47163311556155254562012-02-18T12:26:00.004-05:002012-02-18T12:33:02.159-05:00Chorus Girls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GDPQmyDMbUroMS4cEbNL6Nwd7mZjiyaIDEf1-ReKjddYlypPeZFq3i7X0zRsr5fESKEAoEXkwmig0fQTRUjE8K3SM8lRNALcw2qcu_IJ5Q2QYOks9UPlJmPNhjR_Yz4BiP7jmwjtabc/s1600/random+flapper+FINAL+wm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GDPQmyDMbUroMS4cEbNL6Nwd7mZjiyaIDEf1-ReKjddYlypPeZFq3i7X0zRsr5fESKEAoEXkwmig0fQTRUjE8K3SM8lRNALcw2qcu_IJ5Q2QYOks9UPlJmPNhjR_Yz4BiP7jmwjtabc/s400/random+flapper+FINAL+wm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710528532984431970" /></a><br />This started off as a quick sketch I made for the <a href="http://travsd.wordpress.com/">inamorato</a>. I then inked it, scanned it, and painted it in photoshop. I’ve been talking forever about my chorus girl project - but I think I’ve finally figured out the form it’s going to take and I’m VERY excited. As always, stay tuned.Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-9938533786193151762012-02-13T12:30:00.001-05:002012-02-13T13:28:09.280-05:00Why I Hope The Zombies Win<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGbWB7yIWiyfo1uRQLNgc7HI7CO85sOiZrG3Ombps_i_et6uq24phYrq7o5uaUtKMPynvGGZxSBBupuRdIvp1OrxdKKwh66xOr8c3as9hOkisPR8qgjftbG61WlIYpvQZYySVcC76B80/s1600/The-Walking-Dead-S01E03-400x275.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGbWB7yIWiyfo1uRQLNgc7HI7CO85sOiZrG3Ombps_i_et6uq24phYrq7o5uaUtKMPynvGGZxSBBupuRdIvp1OrxdKKwh66xOr8c3as9hOkisPR8qgjftbG61WlIYpvQZYySVcC76B80/s320/The-Walking-Dead-S01E03-400x275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708365898314219410" /></a><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Hello, fellow consumers of culture!</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Last night was the midseason (or season - I'm a child of the 70s and 80s, I find this new habit of seasons just popping up all willy nilly completely baffling) premier of <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCcQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imdb.com%2Ftitle%2Ftt1520211%2F&ei=YTI4T9LRPOnw0gG0qvidAg&usg=AFQjCNEA4_XOxNvtIyXXSjRcCF86J8cYIQ&sig2=daDOnwv71tsl2iKnN5eQdg">The Walking Dead.</a> The first season was enjoyable, for the most part, with its tense depiction of Atlanta and environs in the immediate aftermath of a zombie apocalypse. The second season really fell apart for me. It's based on a well regarded comic book which I haven't read, and I've heard it's pretty faithful to the original. Since I'm woefully rusty in my blogging skills, I once again present a listicle containing my thoughts on the zombie apocalypse drama.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">1. I'm tired of zombies. Really, really tired of them. Has anyone else read Pride & Prejudice & Zombies? Beyond tiresome. But I'm guessing most of the people reading it have </span>missed<span style="font-size: 100%;"> the glut of </span>zombie<span style="font-size: 100%;"> related theater I've seen over the past decade. Zombie Shakespeare! Zombie proms (I've seen at least three)! And on and on. And, really, zombies are kind of dull.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">2. That said, I am </span>enamored of <a href="http://www.carrieryan.com/">Carrie Ryan</a>'s young adult zombie books which began with <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/2010/02/apocalypse-girls-1-rite-of-passage.html">The Forest of Hands and Teeth.<span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></a> Primarily because they do what no other zombie apocalypse story (that I've seen) has done: take place a couple of hundred years after the initial zombie contagion has struck and imagined a society in which zombies are a given. She's a lovely writer and she's obviously given this a great deal of thought.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>3. That farm is super boring.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>4. The Walking Dead has an all-male writing team, which a: is unacceptable, and b: shows.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>5. Those scenes in season one in which the women spent all their time doing laundry made me want to put my fist through a wall. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>6. The one black male character is written to be a eunuch. All the remaining female characters are white, and the writers of the show behave as if there is zero possibility that he could have a romance with one of them. All he seems to do is to assist the white characters to carry heavy objects or to dig holes. It hasn't seemed to occur to any of them that in their little farm at the end of the world, he might find one of the women, you know, attractive, or maybe would have his own ideas about running things. It's incredibly frustrating to watch.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>7. Will a zombie eat that insufferable old guy already? He's just the worst.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>8. When all of your action involves multiple trips to the local drug store, you have to know you're doing something wrong.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>9. The whole pregnancy storyline really killed the series for me. It's such a potentially potent subject to delve into, and they squandered it. This was where the all-male writing team completely fell down on their job. The pregnancy was entirely viewed from a male or baby-centric POV. Call me crazy, but if I were pregnant in a place with zero medical care or possibly even hand-washing facilities, the thought "OMG, I'm going to die" would be pretty front and center. This was hardly even mentioned. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>10. The final nail in the coffin for me was the drama surrounding the morning after pill. There seems to be some MAJOR confusion. The morning after pill is NOT an abortifacient. The morning after pill is emergency contraception. If you are already pregnant (i.e. missing periods, etc. as the woman on the show was) this will not work. The writers of the show are clearly oblivious to this. It angered me when it first aired, but have since heard this same misunderstanding of how The Science works from various Conservative pols who are trying to kill women by taking away their access to health care and choice. So, yeah, this stuff matters. And, no, I'm not going to just enjoy the zombie show and calm down.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>11. All the characters are so dull, I'm pretty much just waiting for zombie attacks which makes me feel like a ghoul.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>12. I have horrible completion mania, so I'm having trouble not watching. I mean, Season 4 of Alias was just unforgivable and I watched the whole thing.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-5283210367031470712012-01-18T09:47:00.001-05:002012-01-18T09:51:27.434-05:00Stop SOPA!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRk7q1H-49Gt_AYoLqOHXA_ahLotFSj4qUJuDxVFnEgTD_89Vq6gRT7pxDMPaNn6F48-HxljQPJIkXDoNOUrMNluQlQp_8OaYLSra_h4WmwNKQIxHQVZHDqrEX1u9BnvuldSCUX25Dc7U/s1600/stop_sopa_by_alissaguardian-d4mpost.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRk7q1H-49Gt_AYoLqOHXA_ahLotFSj4qUJuDxVFnEgTD_89Vq6gRT7pxDMPaNn6F48-HxljQPJIkXDoNOUrMNluQlQp_8OaYLSra_h4WmwNKQIxHQVZHDqrEX1u9BnvuldSCUX25Dc7U/s400/stop_sopa_by_alissaguardian-d4mpost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698983908691414066" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://wikimediafoundation.org/wiki/SOPA/Blackoutpage">STOP SOPA!</a>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-34974429762984306082012-01-01T12:21:00.004-05:002012-01-01T12:43:43.218-05:00Happy New Year! Bonne Année!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvb0JoOsKexGMUiBc1oPmMXOFEOQ-qZrvLg2cAN1kYAOiwHsmfDCbGs2QmeyJYzUHN0sfHlanzEXQ0h6SyRbiQWULAARFIcRuT8R-drKAG7xNyFEDXnAJtlfj3yclx5I21WIN9h4rFeQ/s1600/Bonne+ann%25C3%25A9e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvb0JoOsKexGMUiBc1oPmMXOFEOQ-qZrvLg2cAN1kYAOiwHsmfDCbGs2QmeyJYzUHN0sfHlanzEXQ0h6SyRbiQWULAARFIcRuT8R-drKAG7xNyFEDXnAJtlfj3yclx5I21WIN9h4rFeQ/s320/Bonne+ann%25C3%25A9e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692715744986195954" /></a><br /><div>Happy new year, friends and comrades! Like so many others on this day, I am full of resolutions. Which ones will be kept remains to be seen, but in the spirt of sharing and accountability, I list them here.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Be nicer to people who don't understand how the internet works.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Learn how to make <a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinemagraphs-by-jamie-beck.html">cinemagraphs</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Eat better. I eat so poorly, I'm in danger of getting rickets. I think my big stumbling block is actually having food in the house. I intend to remedy this in any way possible. If that means Fresh Direct, it means Fresh Direct.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Waste less time. Don't be intellectually lazy.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Implement all my schemes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Obviously, this is a broad outline. But you get the picture.</div>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-52153934270871147352011-12-29T12:28:00.002-05:002011-12-29T12:31:36.335-05:00In which I become very, very UNpopular<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZG_rsAQ1QgmiRi5j8Mz7g1CbN5kN8n59UAYJzQ5AKdyZDv9_KAJ5zBLRXKQDpXDCESRVdjkTLzRB3EboF-rDq72MTShYlVkOSL2O4yyhLDfNhvgvujDUVacRtMA279_WZIP0kX0Z2Qk/s1600/unpopular+FINAL.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZG_rsAQ1QgmiRi5j8Mz7g1CbN5kN8n59UAYJzQ5AKdyZDv9_KAJ5zBLRXKQDpXDCESRVdjkTLzRB3EboF-rDq72MTShYlVkOSL2O4yyhLDfNhvgvujDUVacRtMA279_WZIP0kX0Z2Qk/s400/unpopular+FINAL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691603920103323458" /></a><br />I’ve been threatening to do this for a good long while, but now it seems to be actually happening. By “this”, I mean my blog of unpopular opinions. The first post will explain the commenting policy, which I’m certain everyone will loathe. I will also be making a call for submissions very, very soon.<br /><br />I’m really excited about this, and others seem to be too, which fills me with pretty much equal parts dread and delight. I’m an opinionated monster, but don’t much like conflict which I realize is a fairly toxic combination. So be it. My contrary odes to culture, art and society are imminent. More, of course, to follow.Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-40514923677312768692011-07-18T15:16:00.005-04:002011-07-18T20:10:58.124-04:00It's not like I haven't missed you or anything...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wQKp8tx08G_jq_GN81jKLbRn7h6MrlpZskkOCtQvszHC5XJdRk4uk0lGkXplYBT_904HKHkxsjYLZu-B6SY3MiCI0zi0XZo9gyxy4C__L3v0VxwXpAhuGHlHNjzGtgR-1267q5u1lVc/s1600/mermaid+%2526+oct+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wQKp8tx08G_jq_GN81jKLbRn7h6MrlpZskkOCtQvszHC5XJdRk4uk0lGkXplYBT_904HKHkxsjYLZu-B6SY3MiCI0zi0XZo9gyxy4C__L3v0VxwXpAhuGHlHNjzGtgR-1267q5u1lVc/s320/mermaid+%2526+oct+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630847181083852850" /></a>Dear Faithful Readers -<div><br /></div><div>Firstly, I would like to apologize for my unscheduled but long mulled-over absence. The short explanation is that blogging became all-together Too Much. To post as much as seemed necessary to keep this blog viable, mostly prevented me from doing other things, most importantly, of course, the drawing of pictures. </div><div><br /></div><div>The longer explanation is more difficult. For a while I assumed if I wrote diligently and well and consistently, my readership would increase as a matter of course, and possibly there would be someone somewhere who might consider paying me money for my labors. Unfortunately, neither of these things really came to pass and showed no signs of doing so any time in the future. I've thought a great deal about why this might be, and I assume it's mostly because my interests tend to be both obscure and diffuse. But I'm not precisely scholarly as I have very little formal education by modern standards. So, I think I might fall through some kind of crack in the blogosphere. I don't know, and at this point the question is pretty much moot.</div><div><br /></div><div>It just became too heartbreaking to continue putting so much effort into something that gave so little in return. Not that I don't appreciate those of you who read consistently, and commented and posed hard questions, it's just that it became, as I wrote above, <i>Too Much. </i>I'm not a trust fund kid and I hate working for free. It became achingly clear that this wasn't leading anywhere, and I've never been interested in being any kind of hobbyist, so I just... stopped.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life's a funny thing, isn't it? I've always been a little stupid about figuring out what I should be doing with myself. The most confusing thing being that although I write well, I'm in no way a writer. I'm a picture person. I've only ever bothered to write plays so that I might direct them. Writing something and not directing it holds exactly zero interest for me. Similarly, the thought of writing something that has no pictures attached makes no sense to me. I think everything should be illustrated. I'm with Alice, a book with no pictures or conversations is likely not for me. So, yeah. I've never worked or thought very quickly, so it's taken me a while to figure all this out. I draw pictures and tell stories, I've always known that. I'm not any kind of critic though I'm full of crackpot ideas, I don't know that they're organized enough to be called "criticism". I draw pictures and tell stories.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, that's what I'm doing. About a week after I stopped working on this infernal blog and started posting pictures elsewhere, I got a commission of sorts. It all feels so much easier. I mean, I'm not a writer at all really, this is something I know top to bottom: <i>I am not a writer. </i>I draw pictures and make pictures. I like narrative. The writing part is entirely incidental. </div><div><br /></div><div>This space will still be here, and I may write or post something now and again, but any sort of regular blogging is pretty much done.</div><div><br /></div><div>My God, what a liberating thing to write. And again, I must emphasize: <span class="Apple-style-span" >Thank you! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thank you all for reading these past couple of years. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thank you, thank you, with all my heart.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Onward!</div>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-36635235900986895222011-06-27T15:22:00.003-04:002011-06-27T16:02:08.477-04:00Counting the days...I can't wait. The shockingly talented folk at Pixar are finally making a movie (<a href="http://pixar.wikia.com/Brave">Brave</a>) with a female protagonist. We are thrilled.<br /><br />See the just released teaser trailer below:<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tYg0VgPy6Uk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-51920223550575557522011-06-27T10:30:00.000-04:002011-06-27T10:40:04.682-04:00What Caviglia Did On Her Summer Vacation!: An Introduction<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJu1-Py1bwfCW55H9MdSHTHXmcRtffqD7_57H1gHIood2ceySxUM2M2TRHNL-KexxFWSoY0E-3Kti-2E-Ido591vL_gGWXWWV622fMsE-6oYVenLucHTIhhPmRthj5hyphenhyphen0WtwJnn2RND1E/s1600/2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJu1-Py1bwfCW55H9MdSHTHXmcRtffqD7_57H1gHIood2ceySxUM2M2TRHNL-KexxFWSoY0E-3Kti-2E-Ido591vL_gGWXWWV622fMsE-6oYVenLucHTIhhPmRthj5hyphenhyphen0WtwJnn2RND1E/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622908695855183906" /></a>As has been briefly mentioned here, and as everyone is both buzzing and complaining and celebrating about: this June is madness. Theater abounds. Nearly everyone I know is involved in <i>something</i>. People are having birthdays, Same Sex marriage is now legal in Gotham. I'm at work on various projects, some involving pictures, some involving words, some involving both. And then there's the constant business of keeping it all afloat, AKA paying the bills. So there's been little time to spare to write it all up and I'm vaguely overwhelmed with the task, truth be told. But, never on to shrug off a challenge, here I go!<div><br />The following posts are a much boozier, artier, gorier version of the typical "What I did with my summer vacation" essay. At left is a picture I drew at Jazz & Sketch last Thursday at the <a href="http://www.societyillustrators.org/">Society of Illustrators</a> (two minute pose, lovely model). Here at The Cabinet, we refuse to be either bored or idle in this City of our Dreams!</div>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-73772898735488971962011-06-22T16:30:00.001-04:002011-06-23T08:28:03.703-04:00Zombies & Penguins<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGs4WVi4DLPppIEsJOmDqasxdv5tX6wVQCi1oVJVaLt5bxOmi8M_qEjvqEcnaLkusOZhA-_CmKRrttCUQ4ImepM0rt9afDsA1zcAEXAMnlkAKsGzsWQ8QIv0nJJLb3KaU5KrPcbclHLYM/s1600/mfaba.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGs4WVi4DLPppIEsJOmDqasxdv5tX6wVQCi1oVJVaLt5bxOmi8M_qEjvqEcnaLkusOZhA-_CmKRrttCUQ4ImepM0rt9afDsA1zcAEXAMnlkAKsGzsWQ8QIv0nJJLb3KaU5KrPcbclHLYM/s320/mfaba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621145165638861506" border="0" /></a>Longtime Cabinet readers may remember a post way back in 2009 about artist <b><a href="http://cavigliascabinetofcuriosities.blogspot.com/2009/10/sock-monkeys-monsters-and-penguins.html">Greg Stones</a></b>, and his paintings of penguins and zombies and monsters and such. I love them.<br /><br />Well, he now has two books, both available on his site and (bonus!) has YouTube clips previewing them.<br /><br />The first is <b>Goodbye, Penguin</b>, which is a Ten Little Indians style story in which a group of fifteen penguins go for a walk, and about their various (mostly tragic) fates. I have watched this an embarrassing number of times. The one who is flattened by a snow man and the one who was abducted (which you can see at above) are my favorites. Watch it below:<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YEsadkbIA60" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /><br />His second book, is the aptly titled <b>Zombies Hate Stuff</b>, which is all about stuff zombies hate. Some of these things include hippies, cavemen, war reenactors and sharing.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ovmMOHVAvdw" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /><br />Both of his books (and the rest of his art and prints) can be purchased <a href="http://mysite.verizon.net/bgstones/axboo.htm">here</a>. Apropos of nothing in particular, I would like to point out that my birthday is one scant month away. In case you happened to be wondering.Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137320920765013089.post-27896759825255192932011-06-22T08:46:00.004-04:002011-06-22T08:56:36.415-04:00Miss Saturn!My delightful <a href="http://www.fringenyc.org/basic_page.php">inamorato</a> is posting a series of pieces on modern vaudevillians he has featured on the stage of his American Vaudeville Theatre in honor of its 15th anniversary and the attendant FringeNYC show celebrating this occasion.<div><br /></div><div>Today's post is all about the lovely <a href="http://travsd.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/stars-of-the-avt-37-miss-saturn/">Miss Saturn</a>, so I decided to pull a sketch I did a few years ago out of the archives.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-3PXkd6fa6yUU_FK6IOtSb9TDW09wtjTqg-GoVx7uIE7wSh3gZHzfY5tkVZ-jOk9eUP_UHcdWhhbyU_N677ccE0_mCOC_jM02omcEAKof0FsKV8cqQytt2fwJ2qA8nWhYEg1GJehJrg/s1600/five0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-3PXkd6fa6yUU_FK6IOtSb9TDW09wtjTqg-GoVx7uIE7wSh3gZHzfY5tkVZ-jOk9eUP_UHcdWhhbyU_N677ccE0_mCOC_jM02omcEAKof0FsKV8cqQytt2fwJ2qA8nWhYEg1GJehJrg/s400/five0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621026970151239586" /></a>Cavigliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11282497659818304112noreply@blogger.com0